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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Thee Headcoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.