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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.