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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Jandek,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Cameo,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.