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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.