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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.