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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.