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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.