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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.