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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.