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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Skarface,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.