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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Michelle Simonal 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Scion,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.