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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.