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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
the Association,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Scion,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.