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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.