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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.