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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.