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 Israel 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.