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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.