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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Selecter to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.