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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.