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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Quando Quango,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.