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 India and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.