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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.