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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.