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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Liliput,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.