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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.