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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
X-101,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.