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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.