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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Fear,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.