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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.