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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.