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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.