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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Can,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Gong,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.