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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.