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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.