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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Symarip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.