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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Wire,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.