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 Oman 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ohio Players 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Lyres,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.