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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.