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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.