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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Misunderstood to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.