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 Andorra and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
The Index,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.