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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pagans 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.