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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Joe Smooth 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.