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 Malaysia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.