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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Mars,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
X-102,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.