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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.