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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes 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?
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.