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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.