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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.