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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.