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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Wings,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.