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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.