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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Lou Christie 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.