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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.