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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pussy Galore to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
Swans,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.