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 France and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
PIL,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.