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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Organ,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.