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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.