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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.