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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Slackers,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.