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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.