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 Greece 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.