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 Austria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Japan,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
CMW,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Nico,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.