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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
UT,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.