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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Pus 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Can,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.