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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.