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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.