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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.