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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Pagans,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.