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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.