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 Chile and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.