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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.