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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.