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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Pole,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.