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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
X-102,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.