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 San Marino 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.