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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.