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 Jordan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.