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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.