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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.