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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.