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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.