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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.