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 Guyana 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.