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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.