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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox 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?
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.