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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Country Joe & The Fish,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.