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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.