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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.