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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.