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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.