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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Q65,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.