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 United States 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.