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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.