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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dirtbombs to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.