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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.