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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.