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 Egypt and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.