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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan 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?
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.