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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.