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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.