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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Swans,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.