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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
The Index,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.