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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.