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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.