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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.