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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.