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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.