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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.