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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.