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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reed to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.