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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.