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 Jordan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toasters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.