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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.