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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
The Sound,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Count Five,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.