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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.