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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.