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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.