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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.