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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.