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 Gabon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Seeds to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.