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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Franke,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.