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 New Zealand 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Index,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.