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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.