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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.