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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.