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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.