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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 dance 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.