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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.