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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Fear,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.