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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.