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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
John Foxx,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.