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 Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Hoover,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.