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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.