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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.