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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.