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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.