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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.