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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '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 Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.