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 Romania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.