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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Mr. Review to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Technova,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.