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 Brunei and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.