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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.