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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Television,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.