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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.