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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Count Five to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.