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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.