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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Index,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.