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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.