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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.