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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.