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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Audionom,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.