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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.