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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.