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 Tajikistan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.