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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.