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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Mars,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.