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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.