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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Doors,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
AZ,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.