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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.