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 Romania and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.