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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT 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?
Outsiders,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.