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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.