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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.