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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.