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 Benin and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Television,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.