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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.