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 Papua New Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.