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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.