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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
The Gladiators,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.