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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.