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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.