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 United States and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Magma,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.