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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
The Move,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.