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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.