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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.