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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.