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 China and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.