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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Urselle,
a-ha,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.