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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Junior Murvin,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.