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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.