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 Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
ABC,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.