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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.