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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Technova,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.