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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
UT,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
Basic Channel,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.