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 Marshall Islands 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.