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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.