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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.