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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.