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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.