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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the rock 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.