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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.