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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.