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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
the Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Skriet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Cure,
X-101,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.