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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.