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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.