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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Iggy Pop to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Television,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.