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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.