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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.