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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.