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 Romania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.