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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
X-101,
Pylon,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.