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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hoover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.