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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
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.