Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Brick,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.