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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
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.