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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.