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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.