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 Belgium and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.