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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
The Evens,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.