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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.