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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens 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?
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.