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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Index,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.