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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.