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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Slits,
Scion,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.