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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.