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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.