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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.