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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.