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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.