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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.