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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Slave,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.