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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Rekid,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.