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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 American Breed to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.