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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All EPMD 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.