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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.