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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.