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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.