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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.