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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.