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 Libya and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Oneida,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.