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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.