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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.