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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Normal to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.