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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.