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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.