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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.