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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.