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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.