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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.