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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Can,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.