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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.