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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Normal to the crunk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.