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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.