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 Argentina and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.