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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.