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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.