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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Franke,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.