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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.