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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.