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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Wire,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.