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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Flipper,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.