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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Slave,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.