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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
The Associates,
Index,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.