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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.