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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
JFA,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.