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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.