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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
UT,
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.