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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.