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 Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.