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 Haiti 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
PIL,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.