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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.