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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Excepter,
Main Source,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.