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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.