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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.