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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.