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 Togo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.