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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.