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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Visage,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.