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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.