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 Korea South and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Count Five to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Can,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Josef K,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.