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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.