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 Iraq and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.