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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Gong,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.