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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.