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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.