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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
a-ha,
Zapp,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.