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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
10cc,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.