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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lower 48 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
The Grass Roots,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.