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 Taiwan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.