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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Japan,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.