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 Denmark and from Paris.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.