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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Fear,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.