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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.