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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.