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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Slave,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.