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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.