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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.