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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.