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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.