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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.