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 Turkey and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.