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 Iceland 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.