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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the dance 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.