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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.