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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.