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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.