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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.