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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.