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 .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Wake to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.