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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.