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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.