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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Lyres,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.