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 Afghanistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.