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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.