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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 theremin 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Gong,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.