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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.