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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.