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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.