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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.