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 Algeria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Smoke,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
PIL,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.