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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.