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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.