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 Suriname 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.