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 Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.