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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Nas,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.