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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.