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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.