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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.