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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Mars,
a-ha,
Qualms,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.