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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.