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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.