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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.