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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.