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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.