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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Quando Quango to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Television,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Hill,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.