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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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?
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.