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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.