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 Mexico 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Scion,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.