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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.