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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.