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 Iran and from Lille.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.