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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
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 Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.