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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 MDC to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.