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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
ABC,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
the Association,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Technova,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.