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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.