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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.