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 Japan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Byron Stingily,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.