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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.