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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.