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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Mars,
PIL,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.