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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.