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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.