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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.