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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.