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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.