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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.