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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
UT,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.