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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.