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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.