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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.