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 Tonga and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Zapp,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.