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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.