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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.