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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.