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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Erasure to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.