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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.