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 Kyrgyzstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.