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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Japan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.