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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.