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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.