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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.