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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
the Human League,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Pole,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.