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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Tears for Fears to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.