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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.