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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fugs,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
AZ,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.