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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 MC5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Slave,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.