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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.