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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
a-ha,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.