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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.