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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.