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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
New Order,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Cluster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.