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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.