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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Ludus,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.