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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.