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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Section 25 to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.