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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.