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 Croatia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David McCallum to the grime 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Hot Snakes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.