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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
JFA,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.