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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.