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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.