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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.