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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Skriet,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.