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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Shanghai and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.