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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the rock 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow 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?
CMW,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.