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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.