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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.