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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.