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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.