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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.