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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.