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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
ABC,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.