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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultravox to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Television,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.