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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.