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 Thailand 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Faust,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Nico,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
Scion,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
Pole,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.