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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Shoche,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.