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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Can,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.