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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
This Heat,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.