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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.