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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
10cc,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.