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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.