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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Evens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Main Source,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.