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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Pagans,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.