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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.