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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Pole,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.