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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.