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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Nik Kershaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.