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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Alison Limerick to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.