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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.