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 Zambia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the techno 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Technova,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Darondo,
Hoover,
PIL,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.