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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monks,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Smog,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.