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 El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.