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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.