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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.