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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.