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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visage to the grunge 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.