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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.