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 Mauritius and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.