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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.