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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.