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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.