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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.