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 Maldives and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.