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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Sound,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Wire,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Evens,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Technova,
The American Breed,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.