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 France and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Index,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.