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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.