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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.