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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.