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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.