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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.