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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.