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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stereo Dub to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.