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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.