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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.