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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.