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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.