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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Accadde A 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Fall,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.