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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.