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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.