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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.