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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
the Human League,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.