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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.