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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.