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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.