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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.