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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 Halifax and Tehran.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.