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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.