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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Monolake,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.