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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.