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 Haiti and from Lyon.
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 Glasgow and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.