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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits to the techno 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.