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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.