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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Deakin,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.