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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Joensuu 1685,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Names,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.