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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.