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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.