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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Yaz,
cv313,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Gong,
Flipper,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.