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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Swans,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.