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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.