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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 New York and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Association to the rock 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.