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 Angola and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.