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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.