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 Malta and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Slackers 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.