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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.