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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
Pole,
Infiniti,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.