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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.