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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Gong,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.