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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.