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 Poland 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.