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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Pylon,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.