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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Raincoats to the funk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.