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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 guitar 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.