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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 The Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.