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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Urselle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.