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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.