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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.