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 Japan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.