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 Solomon Islands 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.