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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
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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.