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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
The Evens,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.