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 South Africa and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.