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 Malta and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.