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 India and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.