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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Swans,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.