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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.