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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Smog,
The Remains,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.