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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
CMW,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.