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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the rap 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.