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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Fat Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.