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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.