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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.