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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.