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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.