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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Slave,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.