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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.