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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.