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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.