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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.