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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
JFA,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Roger Hodgson,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
PIL,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.