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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.