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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.