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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Franke,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.