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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 The Cure 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.