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 France and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Franke,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.