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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Monks,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.