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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.