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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.