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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.