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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.