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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Supertramp,
June Days,
The Motions,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.