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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Matthew Bourne,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Nico,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.